When I look back on that misty past, I feel sad that I was entangled in a period of grudges. Is it reality or a script, true love or hatred? I can't find any vague clues, and I can't see through a complicated history. Picture or disc? Ancient house or villa? They are both wearing the same cheongsam, so why have they led to two completely different lives? The endless chaos between two generations ended in a melodious song. The building is empty, and the deep love between sisters can no longer be found; the sound is broken, and the sound of nature that once fascinated people can no longer be heard. Whether it is love or hate, it melts into the golden thread of the cheongsam and disappears into thin air...